politicking on Sunday

My back become one with the driver’s seat
and I knew they weren’t totally unhappy.

So many rosaries shook in the wind
while my coworkers’ faces poked inward, lips apart.

The boys next door were bleating
syllables melded as the spine to their books’ advice.

Looking past the twine on their wrists,
I noticed the cracks on our soft black couch.

The hairdresser warned whilst donating
that she’d also bring curtains if we were bad.

Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one,
we wrote on Hershey Bar postcards everything we would say.

Reconciling years of dressing our best
with some human emergencies not so designed and acknowledged.


3 thoughts on “politicking on Sunday

  1. Oooooh Oooooh I love 🙂 ❤ ❤ 🙂 The distant future reconsiles the mirror life. Te Tree of Life mirrors love, only Love Sweet Love, and that’s in every mirror, dot, stick, plastic little mini wrap popping from a tic bug trough a Chinese noodle and tat orange little flash light wow wee but the little plastic rescue hero just bang bang bang on that dell laptop and pops a rose petal to consume instezd of all tose airy green emerald gummi bers dropping throughout that old jimy ouse split between two line dimmewhoa whoa what a poem. Thank you ❤ ❤ ❤

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